“Hurt me, Abby-““Mistress Abby,” she said sinking her claws into my tender ass until I cried out, jerking against my bonds uselessly.“Mistre...s Abby,” I finally managed. She relented, chuckling softly before kissing the ridge of my ear.“I will have you properly trained yet, slut. Now, you were asking?”My face burning with humiliation and lust, I tried again.“I want you to… hurt me. Mistress? Please?”It sounded pathetic, but then, it was. I didn’t care.“Anything else, slut?” she teased, letting. And yours?’ ‘David, David Terendon. I have to say this takes my breath away, finally meeting my poet friend and also finding out that she is so beautiful!’ She blushed but also didn’t seem to really believe his comment as she brushed it off. He would have to find ways to convince her how attractive she was. They talked about everything. He found out about her life. It seemed to match the beautiful person he saw on the outside. He was certainly surprised to find out that she shared his interest. "You do what you want. We're here for you either way. You decide." Oh God, Evan!" she whimpered, crying on his shoulder. "You're my master. You tell me what to do!"She was being such a pain in the ass one night Evan finally turned her over his knee and swatted her ass until she had an orgasm. Still feeling peevish he threw her down on the bed -- Cheri helped by holding her down -- and fucked her hard until they were both exhausted. Her mood was much more congenial for the next few hours so it. I was too relaxed, and well, too excited by the fact that some chic was rubbing up the inside of my leg with my wife sitting right next to me.She rubbed my hard bulge, all the while holding a conversation as if nothing was happening. I could feel my cock bulging the whole time straining to get out.Glancing down to make sure the events under the table couldn't be seen I was surprised to see that the other girl had her whole hand stuck up between my wife's legs, fingering her like there was no.